She stood in her home, and soon everyone started leaving. The last one to go was her grandmother. Eleanor did not want to leave the poor girl all alone, but also couldn’t very well stay in the house filled with her son’s memories.
It was only after everyone had left, did she go into his room. The memories were too much, and she found herself crying. The reality of the situation finally hit her.
Days turned to weeks, and then a month. She didn’t know how to deal with it. Everything that had happened, and a month later, she found her grandmother at her door, demanding that Jeraldine move in with her.
Initially, she had refused. But then it clicked.
She would move. Jeraldine would get a job in the same company her father worked at, and she would find the truth about that day.
‘I know why you want to work there, I understand darling. But from my opinion, I don’t think you should work there.’ Eleanor clutched Jeraldine’s hands in her own as if an unwanted attempt to stop her from going to that interview. But deep down, Jeraldine knew her grandmother wanted this as much as she did.
‘How can you be sure that I am even going to get the job?’ Many people wanted to work at Blackwood Industry, and many candidates would be interviewed. As much as Jeraldine wanted to get the job, the chances were very slim.

‘You are barely on your own two feet’s now, and I fear that with you working there, you might be as satisfied as you are hoping to be.’ When Jeraldine heard her grandmother say this, she realized the old woman was brave and courageous.
Brave because she was putting up a strong front for Jeraldine. Courageous because Eleanor had accepted the death of her only son.
‘You won’t know if you can do it or not unless you try it.’ Jeraldine reminded her grandmother. It was a sentence her father often used to say. Drawing the pillow closer against her chest.
‘In that case, you are going to do fine in the interview, Jeraldine. Your resume is great. You are smart, and talented. But most of all, you have a kind heart.’
Eleanor had accepted that the next few months would be difficult. Her granddaughter would work for the same company that had led to the death of her son.
Eleanor only hoped that Jeraldine would find what she was looking for and finally move on.
Jeraldine smiled weakly. ‘I hope so.’
She really did because there was no other way she would get close to the company where it all happened. She just needed some proof. Something that would convince the officers that her dad wasn’t drunk driving. He wouldn’t. He had too much of conscience for that.
With that thought, her grandmother bid her goodnight. She, too, found herself in her bed, waiting anxiously for the next day.